I realise I hadn't been blogging, didn't even stay at home for more than 2 hours except to sleep. I am always feeling so steam because somehow someone will always wake me up. My life sucks lah, nothing good happens to me. I can never blog feeling happy. My boss is pissing the shit out of me. Fuck him seriously. "Know where you stand", yeah I'm probabaly just a fucking dog to you. I even said sorry, you think I would if I had money. Damn you lah na bei cheebye. He even make me quarrell with F. We don't get to meet often and you had to spoil that chance and make things worse. Even to the extent of telling Christine not to mix with me. Anyway, I have decided to quit. I feel really good, but at the same time I'm worrying about how to survive plus all that smoking is causing me a bomb. I don't wanna smoke, but would you rather I take drugs, slit my wrist or drink? This is the best option I supposed? Perhaps, money really make the world goes round. Anyway, I have been wondering should I start making new friends. I don't feel that I have enough.